Tuesday, 27 September 2016

Walking in Madrid and some poetry.

First, some Madrid captures. Then, some poetry. 
 A happy, empty street. How can you tell it is 8 a.m. on a Sunday? It is quiet. Everybody is asleep. Partying continues till at least 5 a.m.
 I walked to Matadero, the equivalent to Museum of Modern arts. First it was confusing because I didn't know where to go, but figured it out soon: there ARE many buildings, there ARE simultaneous different exhibitions going on. The tabloids seen here represent the program of each building, more or less. 
 The favourite that stuck in my heart was the sunflower walk (indoors!). It was like walking on the countryside, with sand and pebble, and houses projected at the end of the lane. It is about the Spanish house bubble 2002-2007. Artists: Madrid group Basurama.
There was also an art fair I didn't find interesting enough to enter and a market with huge flower bags and Turkish delight. This is cherry flavour, thumbs up.
Then it was time for a four-hour ride by car home. Seeing air wind mills in rows brings out one poetic reference after another. They form a cabaret group, no, syncronised swimmers, and they stich, stich, stich the clouds. 

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